Twenty(!) balls of Sugar 'n Cream yarn. It was on sale. There were lots of pretty colors to pick from. My stash was getting dangerously low of cotton yarn. I have lots of excuses and could probably come up with several more.
The only thing that stopped me was my five-year old son began lying on the floor saying, "I'm bored!" Since that is highly embarrassing, I had to head to the check-out.
I should probably take him on all my yarn shopping trips.
I may have gone a tiny bit crazy...
So I went shopping this morning.
At A.C. Moore.
This is a very dangerous thing for me to do. At one point (a few years back) my hubby actually banned me from going suggested I stop going to A.C. Moore for a while. He also joked that I should get a part time job there to pay for my addiction my shopping excursions.
But, I digress.
Here is the result of today's trip to my favorite store:
Twenty(!) balls of Sugar 'n Cream yarn. It was on sale. There were lots of pretty colors to pick from. My stash was getting dangerously low of cotton yarn. I have lots of excuses and could probably come up with several more.
The only thing that stopped me was my five-year old son began lying on the floor saying, "I'm bored!" Since that is highly embarrassing, I had to head to the check-out.
I should probably take him on all my yarn shopping trips.
Twenty(!) balls of Sugar 'n Cream yarn. It was on sale. There were lots of pretty colors to pick from. My stash was getting dangerously low of cotton yarn. I have lots of excuses and could probably come up with several more.
The only thing that stopped me was my five-year old son began lying on the floor saying, "I'm bored!" Since that is highly embarrassing, I had to head to the check-out.
I should probably take him on all my yarn shopping trips.